The coast of Spitsbergen is rich with the tales and traditions of human achievement and suffering.
In 1878 we were compelled to winter on the north-western coast of Spitsbergen.
I have described examples of it in Spitsbergen and the Andes which need not be quoted here.
Yet in Spitsbergen this only happens in a relatively small area, within Kings Bay.
On this occasion he had two ships, and on the outward journey sighted Bear Island and Spitsbergen, where the ships separated.
In the Faroe Islands it has occurred as a passing visitor and has also been recorded from Spitsbergen.
Whatever happened, we should have been at Spitsbergen, and I was in no humor to yield to anything but the most absolute proof.
But the interior of Spitsbergen, and especially its mountain ranges, had scarcely been penetrated before.
The same lesson was taught me by the Spitsbergen mountains, amongst which I spent two long summer seasons.